Furry wars: Toraki vs Marla (complete)

"Mnrrr... mmghh... suck... suckle..." Soothed by Marla's cooing and petting, the young tigerboy would relax and drink with a purring sound, just like she told him.
The aphrodisiac effect was confusing his mind, putting him under Marla's alluring spell. But, it was also making him more active: Lost in pleasure, he would try and roll them, trying to get on top as he started to lick her nipple with his rough feeling feline tongue. "MNNRRRR.. MWAWRRRR..."

"Ahhn! Aaaaaahhhn!" Marla moaned loudly as the purring tiger overtook her, mounting her and making her nipple tingle under his coarse tongue. "Ahh! More... more than I expected," she yelped, writhing beneath him and their bodies grinding together. She would grip the waistband of his pants, pulling at him to try and remove him while swinging in a near panic at Toraki's head, fairly fruitlessly bonking him in her arousal and distraction.

"Mnghhh?? unghff....!!" Toraki let out a muffled groan as Marla's soft yet heacy breasts battered his face. Tossed aside, he landed on his back with a soft groan. The adrenaline rush of lust had subsided but the bulge on his pants was still clearly visible, as he laid down temporarily stunned.

"R-Rawr...?" His face would blush in cute confusion, not exactely sure about what had just happened, and Marla had her chance to gain the upper stance once again.

Marla would note that he seemed tamer, though the beast still seemed to be in charge of him at the moment, so would try and move in to keep him down this time. Though with the aphrodisiac in affect, she knew she could play her cards better. She remembered similar games in her homeland, where the girls would all take a dose and see who could make the other break and beg for it first.

She'd get up to her hands and knees, udders hanging in a truly bovine manner beneath her chest. She'd slowly crawl towards him, meeting his eyes and attempting to look alluring but harmless as she approached. She'd try to lean up close to him, resting her breasts on his chest and putting her weight forward onto his upper body to loosely but readily trap him down. "Moo," she'd softly coo enticingly.

Marla's strategy worked, as the embarassed and allured tigerboy watched her sensually crawl over him, until he was trapped under her lovely weight.

Teasingly pressed down by her ample breasts, he squirmed softly, trying to pull back his face some as her upper breasts were teasingly brushing his chin. "G-Gasp... s-so soft...." he murred looking up at her with a cutely confused face.

He needed to react before Marla would subject him to some other breast-based attack of her choice, but the soft enticing pressure prevented him from fighting, and the tigerboy could not help letting out a purring sound.

Marla smiled as she forced the purr from his throat, gently straddling his hips and letting his manhood press into her crotch through their bottoms. It still got a content little breath from her. She leaned down to rest her breasts on either side of his face, seeming like an inaffective smother before she started swinging her shoulders, slapping him from one side to the other with her melons. The shifting would also grind her modestly against his member, eliciting an occasional intake of breath from the cowgirl.

Surrounded by Marla's soft melons and more than distracted by her hips grinding his excitement, poor Toraki went slightly dizzy from the playful and taunting slapping.
Each time she would inhale, her breasts swelled around his fuzzy face, hugging it tighter, and he was now more confused and docile.
"M-MWAWRRR..." She could feel a cute muffled feline sound as his attempts at pushing off with his paws were now sloppy and feeble, feeling like a soft caress more than a real escape attempt.

Marla smiled down at the weakening tiger boy. "It looks like the tiger is a kitten after all," she said, not realizing the truth behind her comment. "And so excited," she added with another particularly focused grinding, riling both of them up. "Kitty must love his milk so much. Will kitty beg for it? Hmm? Beg for milky, kitty," she said. It was purely playful, no matter how degrading it might come across as.

If Toraki would comply in some way, she would squeeze her breasts towards eachother, pressing both nipples into his mouth and pouring out all the sweet milk he could bear. She wouldn't have any particular affect in mind, which normally meant conventional (if not very tasty and sexy milk), but occasionally brought out a random affect.

((i.e. you want something to come of it, you can^_^))

((OOC.: How about it causes a temporary numbness of Toraki's arms and legs?))

"Mrrr... y-yes... Marla's milk is so sweemmfff....!!" Toraki had just enough time to nod in embarassed admission, and Marla's nipples would fill his mouth, pouring a large amount of her milk.

Cute gurgling and suckling sounds could be heard as the excited tigerboy had to swallow as much as he could not to be drowned in milk.

To her pleasure and amusement, the gorgeous cowgirl could watch his eyes go half-closed in mesmerized arousal, feeling his squirmings slow down as he was nice and docile, suckling gentlly at her massive bosoms. "G-Glub... glub... suck..."

Marla hummed in pleasure as her milky tits were drained quite thoroughly by the tiger boy. "Mmm. Goooood," she purred, her nipples hardening further in his mouth and her pussy starting to heat up as it ground against his crotch. While using her milk was a simple feat, especially for a princess of her kind, she did indeed get aroused not just from the attention to her breasts, but the sensation of her milk flowing freely into her foe. Her grinding grew harder as he drank deeper, her thighs locking around his hips for stability.

She'd finally sit up, her breasts down to minimal amounts of juice for the moment unless she rested up a bit. No better time to enjoy her tamed tiger. She ran her hands up and down his furry chest, licking her lips. "I hope your highness' milk was satisfactory. There are steers who would die for a single taste, and here you are gorging on my treasures."

She leaned down and kissed at his furry neck lightly. "Thank your princess," she said, playfully teasing as she ran her hands down his sides and continued to ride him.